Sitra Kun Makundo - Chap. 5
By Clare

Later on in the day, after she was finished visiting the half recovered Yasmin in the hospital wing, she decided to skip Care of Magical Creatures and go lay down. She felt hideously exhausted, and she didn't know why.

She fell asleep there, missing the rest of the day.

"Merlin, I hate that Josephina Qwig person." Hermione snarled on the way to their first period the next day. Surprised by her vehemence, Ron and Harry looked at each other.
"Wot d'you mean?"

"Well, I know she hates me, but it's just.ugh!"

"Okay, Hermionebut she didn't seem that bad when she came over for the summer."

"She doesn't hate you." She mutter angrily, and sped off to Charms.

"Please students, open up your books to page 394. We are going to be learning the-Miss Granger, what is the meaning of this?" Hermione was staring at her book wordlessly, flipping through the pages. She gasped/sobbed, and ran out of the Classroom. Before Flitwick could stop them, the entire class hurried over to look at her charms book.

"Filthy Mudblood! You don't deserve to be here!"

Those words rippled through the pages, covering up the actual text. With an astonished gasp, the class looked at the book, horrified. "Oh, Oh my gosh!" Parvati Patil stammered. "Who could have done this?"

"Children, Children! Please back to your seats. Potter, you will return Miss Granger's books?" Flitwick was dismissing the whole thing as some stupid prank Hermione and her clique had played.

"But Professor-"

"Miss Patil, please open your book."

Harry and Ron shuffled back to their seats slowly, the horrid book in hand.

"Who could've done it?" Ron muttered.

"Draco, d'you think?" Harry whispered back.
They speculated. "No, it couldn't be." Seamus's voice surprised the two. "It was Jo Qwig-I heard her and Yasmin gossiping about Hermione during potions. And well, Yasmin-"

"Yasmin's to nice to have done anything." Harry said, eyes flashing.

"I think tha-" Ron began.

"Mr. Weasley! Silence yourself and your friends or I will be forced to separate you!" Flitwick squeaked. Sighing, the boys turned silent.

After charms the class was in an uproar. People didn't bother to whisper about it when they were out of class, and soon the whole school knew. Seamus was convinced it was Jo, while Ron was unsure and Harry thought it had to be Malfoy-as usual. The Gryffindors called a conference that evening.

Whispers passed at dinner that night. Purebloods such as Blaise Zabini came up to her, congratulating Jo.
"What was that for?" Jo whispered to Yasmin, who had been strangely silent the entire night.
"I dunno." She said stiffly.
"What's wrong?" Jo asked, curiosity piqued.
"Oh nothing, really."
"Umokay." Leaving it at that, Jo concentrated on her food.

"Hi Fred, Hi George!" Jo said brightly the next morning. "Mind if I sit?" Before either one could respond, Seamus cut in.
"No. No you can't. We don't welcome muggle terrorists here. Go away."
"Wha-what?"
"You heard me, leave!"

She looked to Fred and George, who just looked away. Confused she headed back to Yasmin.
"What aren't you telling me?" She demanded.
"Well...er..."
"Come on!"
"Well someoneplayedareallyreallymeanjokeonHermioneGrangerandpeoplearethinkingitsyou." Yasmin blurted out really quickly.
"What? Why would I do that? For Merlin's Sake, I'm a muggle!" She stopped, struck with a possibility.
"Do you think I did it?" Jo said accusingly.
"Um..."
Jo's eyes flashed. How dare she? Yasmin had been her best friend since day one. She had been the one to defend her from bullies and Yasmin had helped her with homework. They had been friends since. And now she believed a silly rumor over her? Steaming, she glared at her.
"Well then, miss little backstabber, I guess I won't be seeing you for a while." Ignoring her face, she grabbed her satchel violently and stormed off.

The first day was hell and, Jo's previously undullable spirit was gone. She could hear them, whispering. Calling, jeering. Taunting. It was a never-ending cycle of hate, all directed to her. "Look at the filthy Slytherin," They'd say. "Look how she walks, that cold hearted bitch."

Some went even as far as to try and hex her in the hallway. One time five Gryffindor boys surrounded her on the fifth floor, and she barely got away-she put one into the sticking step, and fended the rest off with shields. They ran away, and the next insult she heard was "I bet she got practice for those hexes from doing that to Hermione."

Within a week it go so bad she practically stopped going to classes.

"A 67 percent Miss Qwig! What is this?" Flitwick squeaked when they had interims. All she could do was hang her head and sigh. The worst thing, however, was soon to come.